I hear a sound and turn to see A new direction on that rusty weather vane Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred To scratch their circle dances down the lane And now the sturdy oaks start clappin' With the last few stubborn leaves that won't let go I can hear Old Glory snappin' And her tattered rope now clangin' against the pole And my breath is snatched away And a chill runs up my spine Feels like somethin's on the way So I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky And from the corners of creation Comes the Father's holy breath Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my soul to holiness I see the lifeless dust now resurrected Swirling up against my window pane And carried â€~cross the distance Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain And out across the amber field The slender grasses bend and bow and kiss the ground And in them I see the beauty of the souls Who let the spirit lay them down And it takes my breath away And a tear comes to my eye Feels like somethin's on the way So I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky And from the corners of creation Comes the Father's holy breath Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my soul to ho-holiness And like a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see I will open wide my wings, I will open wide my wings I will open wide my wings and let the spirit carry me, yeah, yeah From the corners of creation Comes the Father's holy breath Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness Stirring my soul to holiness, stirring my soul to holiness Stirring my soul to ho-holiness I hear a sound and turn to see A new direction on that rusty weather vane
